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While the first battle had ended in a resolute victory the second had been far more tedious. Specifically for their human allies. Though the day was won, injuries mounted high and higher as the evening wore on and soon the Dawnlord approached Korivan.
“My lord,” the apothecary dipped his head.
“We have been asked a favor by the inquisitor leading our fellow forces. One of his men was grievously injured, apparently he saved the inquisitor from a Lictor. The inquisitor wishes to see this man live, but their medicae is currently filled to capacity, so he has asked that we see to him.”
“I see,” Korivan thought to himself for a moment. “I will tend to this man, when will he arrive?”
“He is already being transported to our ship, he should arrive shortly after we do. So please make haste to the med bay.”
“Of course my lord.” The Apothecary did not need to be told twice, heading directly there once they had returned to the ship once more. What a strange compliance this was turning out to be, he’d never worked on mortals so much.
